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The wife takes charge

Part 4 - Dressed as my maid

I patted his pantied bottom, my hand lingering long enough for him to feel the delicious smoothness of his satin knickers. Next I brushed the lacy frills, telling him how pretty his knickers were. I slipped a finger inside the elasticated leg band, gently touching his bottom, and brushing his balls.

As I did this I put my other hand around his front. The satin was lovely and smooth, but his knickers were bulging. He was SO excited.

Part of my plan for the weekend was to control his excitement, and I knew I’d have to do something about his current state if I was to be sure of having his full attention. I stroked him a couple of times, and could feel he was very close to climax. I decided to use the situation to my advantage. I withdrew my hands and barked my orders.

“Put your hands on the front of your knickers, Mike. I want you to cum in your silky panties. Can you do that for me? Can you rub yourself until you cum in your knickers?”

He groaned, torn between pleasure, pain and humiliation, his cock still rock hard from my stroking it, his bottom still smarting from his spanking, and his guilty pleasure of the feel of his frilly satin knickers. He put both hands on the front of his knickers and began to rub himself.

It didn’t take long. He shuddered and let out a gasp. And I saw the wetness spread across the front of his panties as he convulsed two, three, four times.

“Naughty boy!” I chided. “You’ve wet your knickers!”

He looked suitably embarrassed, but in his post-climaxed state he was putty in my hands.

“Here!” I said, “put this suspender belt on. And make sure you thread the straps under your knickers. Then you can put this bra on, and then your stockings.”

I had to help him with his bra, of course – why are men so terrible with bras? Then I helped him pull his stockings up his legs and clipped them into place on his suspender belt straps.

Then came his dress – a short black maid’s dress, with white frilly trim and a little white frilly apron. Finally I put a pair of high heeled shoes on his feet.

I made him stand up, with some difficulty on account of him never having worn high heels before. He tried to tug his dress down, conscious that it was so short that the tops of his stocking were clearly visible, and that it was only another couple of inches before his panties were exposed.

“How does it feel to be dressed as a little maid, Mike? Or should I say ‘Michelle’?”

I lifted the back of his dress and gave him two hard slaps on his pantie-clad bottom.

“How does it feel, Michelle?” I asked, this time more firmly.

“It feels, um, it feels nice, Mistress.” he confessed.

“Good gurl,” I smiled. “You're going to be my maid for the whole weekend. If you do well I will allow you to go to work in your normal clothes on Monday. But if you're naughty, or if you displease me, then you will feel THIS across your bottom!”

I picked up the cane, and swished it threateningly through the air.

“Yes, Mistress” he mumbled.

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